hope you enjoy today's Western. I must say the more title suggestions I
receive the better they seem to get.:) Keep them coming because I
haven't decided on one yet.
Not much to say this morning so I'll let you get to reading.
Then the blacksmith poured fourth such a torrent of mixed German,
Spanish and English that the three travelers could only stand in utter
bewilderment. Not one of them understood. But the lovely Spanish wife
evidently did, for she replied with approval, “Si, si, I will take the
senorita in the wagon. The ninos will also go. The senors will follow,
“Ja, ze vill follow as soon ve take care of dis poor horse.” Then,
turning to his guests he explained, “Ve have house on ze other side of
town. It is large house, but ve have nicht moved in yet, nein? Ve must
first move zees shtuff,” and he waved his hands towards his furnace,
bellows, anvil and tools. “Ze house, she shtand empty. Now you shtay
dere vile your horse she goes well an I make new shoe, nein? Dis very
goot. My Frau vill drive ze vagon vith your schwester.” At Ty’s blank
look, Herr Rohbar smiled. “Ze fraulein, how you say, sister. Ze go
start fire, get supper ready, nein?”
“Ya willin’ ta go with her, Sally?” Ty questioned his sister softly
while Juanita was hitching up the light wagon.
Nodding, Sally half touched her six-shooter at her side. “I think they
are trustworthy, Ty. And I like them. Just take good care of
“Don’t worry. We’ll be ‘long an’ join ya jest as soon’s we can.”
The Frau Senora Juanita gave a command in Spanish and the three
children tumbled into the back of the wagon. Ty helped Sally up beside
the blacksmith’s wife and watched them drive down the street. He felt
rather bewildered at how quickly things were moving along since their
arrival in Dead Horse. For several minutes he stood watching the wagon
until it turned down the main street and disappeared. He had no fear
for Sally for she could take care of herself with that six-shooter of
Pa’s, besides the fact that Herr Rohbar had an honest look about him.
While Ty stood in thought, Carson and the friendly blacksmith were
unsaddling Starlight and leading her over to the nearby livery. The
other four horses would be taken to the house and stabled there. The
blacksmith loved to talk and Carson wasn’t adverse to it himself since
both Ty and Sally could be as quiet and closed mouthed as their father
used to be. Thus it was that the wagon with the ladies and children had
been gone for over an hour before Ty decided it was time they left.
“Carson,” he called to his friend, “I reckon Sally’s been gone long
enough ta cook an’ eat the supper. We got a couple a days ta jaw if’n
ya feel the need. I aim ta head on ta the house. Ya comin’ or not?”
Herr Rohbar broke forth, “Ja, ja, you should go vith your young friend.
No doubt ze Fraulien is vonderin’ vere you are. Mine Frau vill be back
soon with the kindders. Ve can talk another time, nein?”
“Yep, that sounds mighty fine ta me. Till then.” Carson swung up on
Flint and nudged him on after Ty and Par.
At the house, Sally was examining everything with delight. There was
even a pump in the kitchen so she wouldn’t have to go out of the house
to get water. “Oh, this is lovely,” she exclaimed to her hostess. “It
was so kind of you to let us stay here for a few days. It will only be
until Starlight can have a new shoe put on.”
“Si, this place, she need someone to live in her. Senor Rohbar will
bring much tools, heavy things over soon. Then we come. Now you stay,
make building feel home, si?”
Sally smiled and nodded. “Home,” she echoed. “Oh, if only we could go
home sometime. But ‘they’ are there waiting for Ty,” she mused. “They
would kill him if they could.”
Senora Rohbar shook her head in sympathy.
“But,” Sally said brightening, “they are far away. I don’t have to
worry about them here.”
“Si. Now I leave. The senorita will not mind staying alone?”
“No, I won’t mind. I’m sure Ty and Carson will be along soon.” And
Sally looked again in amazement at the pump in the kitchen finally
tearing herself away long enough to wave farewell to the three children
in the back of the wagon. “Now to make supper.” Humming to herself,
Sally set about her task with pleasure.
Ty and Carson rode slowly towards the main street of town, their horses,
seemingly unwilling to go far from Starlight and the food they smelled
in the nearby livery. Turning west down the main street, Ty noticed the
sign for the hotel. It was hanging crooked and the whole building
presented a sorry looking sight as a place of shelter and rest.
“I reckon that Rohbar were right ‘bout that there hotel. I wouldn’t
want ta keep my horses in that!”
“Yep. It’s a purty sad lookin’ thing fer a hotel,” Carson agreed in
disgust. “An’ the rest a the town ain’t that nice neither.”
They rode in silence past the hotel and then, as a clean cut, well
dressed man stepped up to them with the badge of a sheriff on his vest
and a direct honest look to his face, they halted. “Howdy,” the sheriff
greeted them. “New here?”
“If’n you have any trouble, just let me know. I’m Sheriff Owen. This
town hasn’t had a sheriff for over a year an’ we’re still trying to get
it cleaned up. An’ welcome to Dead Horse.”
“Thank ya, Sheriff. I don’t reckon we’ll be needin’ yer help, but it’s
right nice ta know theLaw’s ‘round.” Ty shook the sheriff’s hand before
they moved on.
As the rode past the third saloon, neither one of the travelers noticed
the men gathered by a window, nor saw that one of them moved out to the
porch and watched until they turned into the yard of the new house.